ON ONE of the first days of autumn that year in the Sierra Maestra, the adolescent Negra and the man Victor got up, left their shelter, and made coffee on their little fire.
Hidden a few dozen meters above on the slopes of Pico Turquino, with her 400 mm telescopic lens resting on a rock, Ivy calmly photographed the man and the kid, using up two 36-exposure rolls of 24 × 36 mm black-and-white film.